The Extra Prince Sets Out To Conquer The World

The pale-looking leader of the Cleaver Faction was overwhelmed by the sudden revolt.

He had temporarily evacuated from the hideout due to the surprise attack by the Hatchet Faction.

They were just drinking as usual without preparing for a fight when the Hatchet Faction’s elite forces rushed in, so there was no choice.

The fortunate thing was that among his main force, no one was seriously injured.

“Boss! Are we just going to stay like this?!”

The subordinates shouted to attack the Hatchet Faction, seeming properly fired up after being attacked.

Although they were attacked first, they couldn’t move recklessly without knowing the clear reason.

Moreover, when the Hatchet Faction guys attacked them, they shouted that the Cleaver Faction had attacked first.

As he remained silent despite the subordinates’ clamor, a subordinate who seemed injured ran limping through the alley.

“B-Boss!”

“Hans! You’re safe!”

Although he was limping and covered in blood, it didn’t seem like a big wound on the outside.

The punk called Hans shouted urgently while gasping for breath.

“Boss! This is no time to be doing this! Something terrible happened! The Hammer Faction guys pretended to be us and attacked the Hatchet Faction!”

“What? What did you say?!”

He was bewildered, but he understood why the Hatchet Faction had attacked them.

“I had some subordinates bribed under the Hammer Faction, and those guys said it seems the Hammer guys are trying to stab us in the back and swallow the organization! They told me to run away if I don’t want to die, but I came to inform you like this!”

It wasn’t strange at all for Hans to say he had bribed someone in the same organization.

Since the same organization was originally an absorption merger of different organizations, it was common for factions that were originally different organizations to hide information.

However, the Cleaver Faction leader, who was not very bright, couldn’t understand.

“The Hammer bastards? But why are they pretending to be us and attacking the Hatchet guys?”

Seeing the bewildered Cleaver Faction leader, Hans tapped his chest as if frustrated.

“Oh, how frustrating! There’s a smart bastard among the Hammer Faction executives, right? Ethan! That bastard said there’s a way to disperse their forces before attacking the Hatchet Faction, so he suggested we pretend to attack the Hatchet Faction!”

“What?! This bastard!”

“I found it strange that the Hatchet guys suddenly attacked, so I looked into it. I don’t know well, but it seems the Hammer Faction leader secretly did something. I think the Hatchet Faction leader caught on and preemptively attacked!”

The Cleaver Faction leader guessed what the ‘something’ Hans mentioned was.

Black mages.

He wasn’t very smart, but having lived in the back alleys, he had learned the ways with his body, so what the Hammer Faction leader would do was clear to him.

“The Hammer bastards are attacking the Hatchet Faction right now!”

At Hans’ shout, the Cleaver Faction members were enraged.

“If what Hans says is true, we need to strike the Hammer bastards right away!”

“These sons of bitches to be killed!”

At the subordinates’ reaction, the Cleaver Faction leader asked Hans,

“What do you think we should do?”

Among his subordinates, Hans was smart and wicked, so he had played the role of a schemer.

At his question, Hans answered without hesitation.

“We need to attack the back of the Hammer Faction who are currently attacking the Hatchet Faction! If the Hammer guys are attacking the Hatchet Faction, my words are true, so we need to kill them, and we can also clear up the misunderstanding with the Hatchet guys!”

At the mention of clearing up the misunderstanding, the Cleaver Faction leader slapped his knee, saying that’s right.

“Right now, attack the back of the Hammer bastards!”

“Ooh~!”

At the Cleaver Faction leader’s declaration, the subordinates each grabbed their weapons and ran to where the Hatchet Faction’s hideout was located.

Hans, who was limping, also followed along shouting, then naturally fell behind slowly.

And when he was far enough away from the excited punks, he quietly slipped into an alley.

“Tsk, meatheads. It’s annoying to have to explain one by one for them to understand. But that’s why it’s good.”

Giggling, Hans touched his face for a moment, then soon transformed into a frail-looking blond boy.

“Ah~! It’s fun. Should I go to the Hatchet Faction who are destroying the Cleaver Faction’s hideout next?”

Yuan strolled through the rainy back alleys with light footsteps.

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I hummed a tune while loosening my disguise of a burly physique.

While I went around playing tricks on the three punk factions, no one saw through my disguise.

That was natural since I created fake skin with Rami’s power within Eunha’s optical illusion, and even matched body temperature with Biam’s power.

Moreover, I even modulated my voice with Navi’s power, so it would have been even more difficult to notice.

Of course, I only referred to Yard’s investigation data and didn’t directly observe the targets I was acting as, so if I had a long conversation, I would have been caught.

That’s why I wore a mask first before disguising with Eunha’s power and caused conflicts.

When blood rushed to the head and thoughts became complicated, trivial things wouldn’t catch the eye.

“Good work.”

Gilbert held an umbrella over me, and Precia handed me a towel.

My clothes were a bit splattered with muddy water from rolling around in disguise.

Thanks to Rami’s fake skin, not much got on, but I still wiped my clothes with a towel soaked in water.

Then, using Rami’s power, I dried off Precia who was wet from the rain.

She had been hiding near me, suppressing her presence to protect me while I was deceiving the punks, so she couldn’t avoid the rain.

“Thank you.”

“No need for thanks. Eunha, Navi.”

At my call, Eunha circled around me and projected various parts of the western city, and Navi let me hear the sounds.

-Hammer bastards! We won’t let this go!

Just then, the forces of the three factions gathered together near the Hatchet Faction’s hideout.

The Cleaver Faction punks attacked the back of the Hammer Faction punks.

-The Hammer and Cleaver have joined together in rebellion! Kill them all!

At that moment, the Hatchet Faction, who had just arrived, attacked the back of the Cleaver Faction again.

It was because I went to the Hatchet Faction and deceived them, saying that the Hammer Faction was attacking the Hatchet Faction’s hideout, and the Cleaver Faction found out and joined to help the Hammer Faction.

-Aargh! No! It’s a misunderstanding!

-What misunderstanding is there when you rushed into our hideout with weapons?!

When the Hatchet Faction also attacked the Cleaver Faction, the Cleaver Faction also started attacking the Hatchet Faction for self-defense, putting explanations aside.

The three-way battle, with one thing leading to another, drenched the ground in that area with blood, to the extent that the rain falling from the sky couldn’t wash it away.

With today’s revolt, at least one-third of the Black Mamba Family’s power will disappear.

Even excluding those who died or became unable to recover, just looking at the injured who couldn’t move right away, it was fair to say they had fallen into a state of half-annihilation for a few days.

By the way, it was strange.

Why wasn’t Nodreu, the boss of the Black Mamba Family, showing up?

“Wow, it’s the picture I drew, but it turned out well. How is it? Do you like it?”

Putting aside the question for now, I asked Vermilion.

Vermilion kept admiring and focused on watching the revolt of the three factions.

“How could I not like it? I had only been thinking about how to separate them from the group and lure them out, but I never thought of causing internal division like that. But can’t I join in there too?”

Is he possessed by a fighting ghost or something? Why is he so belligerent?

If it’s the future Sword Demon, it’s understandable though.

At his request, I stroked the spirits’ heads and nodded towards the punks sprawled on the ground.

“Of course you can. Pick a faction you like. My recommendation is the Cleaver Faction. After all, a long blade will suit your hand.”

“That’s great!”

“Ah, but don’t go too wild. If you stand out too much, it will disrupt the plan to make them completely annihilated over three days.”

“Hahaha! Don’t worry!”

Vermilion swung the cleaver, getting a feel for it in his hand.

But he also made a bitter expression.

“I’m really pathetic. I only blamed my body’s illness and couldn’t take action on something that could be solved so easily.”

“Well, it was a plan that would have been difficult to put into action even if you thought of it.”

Unless you were a top-notch liar skilled in disguise like me, that is.

“But what kind of illness is it that you’re like that? You don’t seem to be in such bad health when fighting?”

His complexion wasn’t good, but his physical abilities seemed even better than a decent knight.

In the novel, it only mentioned that Sword Demon Vermilion was ill as a child, but not what kind of illness it was.

The Sword Demon was just a slightly significant extra related to the demon worshippers.

Since the demon worshippers weren’t the main villain, there was no detailed information about the Sword Demon either.

At my question, Vermilion hesitated.

At his reaction, Gilbert said with enthusiasm,

“The Young Master is well-versed in medicine!”

I stepped hard on Gilbert’s foot as he said something unnecessary and spoke.

“If you’re reluctant to talk about your illness, you don’t have to force yourself. I’m someone who respects privacy.”

At my words, Vermilion smiled bitterly and shook his head.

“No, it’s not something to hide from a friend I made with sincerity for a change. But… even renowned doctors and devout priests couldn’t find a way to cure me.”

Renowned doctors.

The doctors Vermilion mentioned would be skilled doctors from the Dokwon(Poison Institute), considering Frost’s connections, no, the connections of Gelsto Aiomaia, the leader of the Free Knights Alliance and the captain of its only knight order.

That was because Aiomaia was ‘Arcana 11, Justice’.

Aiomaia would have taken all possible measures for the sake of Frost, who was his right-hand man.

“Can I know the names of the doctors and priests who treated you?”

At my question, Vermilion closed his eyes and tried hard to recall the doctors’ names.

“Names? The doctors were probably… Male Jef, no, Kaf? Male Kafris? And Olive Treat… Treatment, I think.”

They wouldn’t have names like juice and hair nutrient.

Disease Master ‘Malecob Jeffries’, Procedure Master ‘Oliven Tritolemen’.

Two of the five doctors currently considered the best in the world, who claimed to treat diseases that were incurable even with magic and divine power, the Heaven’s Five Doctors, treated him but couldn’t cure him?

“And the priest was a woman named Amelie. She was really pretty, you know.”

Amelie, ‘Arcana 02, The High Priestess’.

She was a monster who ranked in the top three in terms of divine power alone among all denominations.

“What kind of illness is it that even those who are said to revive the dead gave up?”

“Oh, were they famous people?”

At Vermilion’s dumbfounded face, I shrugged.

“You’d have to bring enough gold bars to build a house just to receive treatment from them with money.”

“Wow! Uncle, I mean, my father’s colleague introduced me, but they were amazing people.”

Admiring, he smiled bitterly.

“Even those people couldn’t cure it? They said my disease is called Putrid Meridian Syndrome.”

“Putrid Meridian Syndrome… So what you jokingly said about dying if you use mana was true.”

“You know about my illness?”

I nodded.

Putrid Meridian Syndrome. It was an extremely rare disease, on par with the Severed Meridian Syndrome that Gilbert’s younger sister had.

All living beings possess mana.

What was commonly referred to as life force was also a type of mana.

If Severed Meridian Syndrome was a disease where the path that such mana should naturally circulate through the body was cut off, leading to death, Putrid Meridian Syndrome was a disease where the body rotted and died upon contact with mana.

Severed Meridian Syndrome led to death within 5 years of onset, but with Putrid Meridian Syndrome, one could live until their 40s if they lived like a plant.

Life force was also mana, so the more actively one moved, the faster the speed at which the whole body rotted.

“I know.”

I could tell not only the treatment method but also what the demon worshippers were trying to do in this city, the nature of his talent, and the reason he would later become the Sword Demon.

“Then do you also know the treatment method?”

There was no sense of expectation at all in the voice asking for the treatment method.

“Before I tell you the treatment method, what meaning does the ‘justice’ that made you move for the people of this territory mean to you?”

At my question, Vermilion answered without any hesitation.

“My belief, my aspiration, and something precious enough to risk my life for.”

At his answer, I also answered.

“Then you will surely die.”

A cruel and brutal fate left him with only two paths.

Die upholding justice, or become the worst villain of the century.

Either way, it would be as good as death for the current Vermilion.